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so saturday night charlotte and i went to south melb to visit a friend of hers from qld, bree. both of the girls seemed pretty cool, but we ended up leaving at like 9ish, because we wanted to go out to the city. we had a pretty fun time, char and i were both fucked so we had a great time doing the most random stuff, we ended up at a greek music festival on russel st, which was pretty fun. then we wandered through china town, and listened to a busker playing hallelujah near the ANZ bank, which was lovely cause we just sat on the pavement and chilled out. then we found another group of pretty hot buskers from hobart, who we ended up sitting with for about an hour, just talking about nothing and laughing at the fully sick guys who tried to take the piss out of them. this totally weird dude tried to sell us pills, and the another guy asked us if we sold weed and we were kinda like, do we look that shifty? char and i went to fed square afterwards and listened to prince and salt n peppa, eventually we caught the night rider home, and sat in her lounge room and actually cried with laughter about our whole night. we woke up this morning so hungover, so we did the whole “hair of the dog” thing, and ended up just getting baked all over again. we were watching an infomerical about a thing called a pedi paw, and we couldnt stop laughing at one of the dogs in the ad, it had a triangular afro and it was possibly the funniest thing i’d seen in my life.

so basically now im going to have a whinge..

i cant sleep.

i keep thinking about thinking about things, just generally stressing myself out to the point where im on wordpress, whingeing about all of this.  i want the willpower to get up and go for a run after school, and i want to be thinner. my throat is really sore. i wish i looked like other girls, and had enough money to get my hair done. everyday i feel so mediocre, i’m just good at covering it up by making an effort to be as friendly and outgoing as possible.

cold comfort for change

im having one of those days when you just feel like the world is a big fucking joke that your just not in on.  one of those weeks even. i really wish i could shake it off, but all the things ive been so carefree about are finally starting to get under my skin and really make me think about the way i live my life. anyway, i refuse to make this blog some whiney teen angst shit so yeah, if i happen to snap at you or stare blankly into space a lot, its because im in a shit mood.

i have 5 periods of art tomorrow, and 2 periods of making pumpkin risotto. slack day, thank god.

im painting my mark ryden inspired pics tomorrow.

his paintings are so twisted, i love it.

is it weird that i love the way amy winehouse dresses? ive been slowly wearing more and more rockabilly stuff. i went all out and did my hair in an amy winehouse-esque beehive with bandanna and red lippie. pretty fun. i just dont take clothes seriously, i change what i wear everyday. i love grungey looking stuff and i love wearing dresses and docs, and i am seriously a trackie pants girl at times too. dunno what my style even is. i think its just a mish mash of heaps of stuff.

my personal style icons…

beck always makes me nostalgic.

i felt so happy then.

‘Somethings wrong cause my mind is fading

and everywhere I look there’s a dead end waiting

Temperatures dropping at the rotten gases

stealing kisses from the leperous faces

Heads are hanging from the garbage man trees

mouthwash jukebox gasoline

Pistols are pointing at poor mans pockets

smiling eyes ripping out of sockets.’

Got a devils haircut in my mind’

catstronauts.

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going into space.

my family.

well i guess if your reading my blog you probably know me. you might be a good friend, you might be a complete stranger or you might think im a dick and are looking for some cheap laughs at my life. the ramblings of shit at life people are entertaining to say the least.

i thought i’d start off with a bit about my family. i am one of 6 children, i have 3 older sisters, and older brother and a younger brother. none of them live with me.

my oldest sister simone is intense. when she was at Sion back in the 90’s, she used to sneak into the yr 12 common room at night and her and her friends would get high/drunk, sleep there and then get up for school the next morning. she moved out when she was 16 to live with this guy matt who had a peters icecream freezer in his backyard, and stretchers. simone used to scare the shit out of me when i was younger. now simones married, lives in seaford, has 3 boys and is a police officer.

my next sister ingrid has a 50 year old girlfriend called chris. chris is awesome and i wish she was my mum. ingrid also used to be bad ass but not so much anymore. ingrid and i used to be really close, i would stay at her place every weekend but now i hardly see her.

angela lives in byron bay, and she is awesome but permanently on something. she gets to serve coffee to john butler and she has the best clothes ever, as well as being the hottest out of all of us (no joke, shes babein’) . i want to run away from home and live with her.

next is my brother peter, also known as pierre. peter and i are both gemini’s, and he is basically me in a gay man’s form. we watch a lot of movies/tv, laugh a lot, make fun of everyone (including ourselves) and get high. when my mum went to the beach for a week, my brother and i bought an ounce and were stoned for a week solid, during that time we had some good times including a bit of a party, many trips to the supermarket for icypoles, d&m’s every night and madonna’s greatest hits. i can honestly say that he is my best friend.

my little brother will is 13, he loves star wars and james bond and is quite possibly the smartest person you will ever meet. his nerdiness will make him cool when he gets older (i hope).  will smokes winfield cigarettes but he still wears the clothes my mum picks out for him.